The Mousy Landlord: My First Experience Living Alone [MF]

***[ You may recognize this story. I’m reposting it, as my last account was deleted. Originally posted a year or so ago. Hope that’s ok. ]***

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A year ago, I had recently moved into a one-bedroom unit (no longer live there). It was my first time living alone which I was really excited for. I liked the idea of having an entire space to myself, to do what I want, when I want.

My first day in the unit (boxes not even unpacked yet) I was taking a hot shower. I got out, dried off, and then had the realization “I don’t even need to cover up! I’m free! Master of my own domain!” Or some corny shit like that, as I am a corny individual at heart. I hung up my towel, and walked out of my steamy bathroom into the living room, with my cock hanging full from the warmth of the shower.

To my surprise, standing inside of my new apartment by the doorway, was my landlord. And there I was, damp, bottomless, and somewhat frozen in time. She sees my cock and stands there in shock for a moment before fumbling out a swirling apology and spinning around to face the closed door. Smiling, I told her “no worries” or something like that, but she rushed out of the apartment.

The next day she comes by (this time with a ‘heads up’ text), to give me the key to my mailbox. I answer the door in a pair of tight athletic sweats that have my shaft pressed against the front. Not something I’d necessarily wear to the grocery store, but it’s my space, I guess it felt like, my right to be comfy. As soon as she got inside, her eyes dropped down my body. She let her gaze linger on my cock print for a second, before looking back up at me. As a bit of an exhibitionist, I had to really focus to keep the female attention from giving me an erection. She handed me the key, took a final glance, then left.

Flash forward to my third day in the unit. She lets me know she’s coming by to give me the key to the laundry room, (why she didn’t give me both keys on the first day I’ll never know). I put on a pair of thin linen pants/pajamas (gift from an ex, SO cozy but she admitted she got them for me because she liked the view it provided). My dick hung free, and any movement of my legs while wearing the pants resulted in my cock visibly swinging to and fro behind the the thin lavender veil of the pants. I open the door and she steps inside, her gaze once again falling down to my crotch.

After staring for a moment, she asked me, “Honestly are you wearing that stuff on purpose?” I hadn’t pegged her as someone who would be forward like that, so the question caught me off guard. Frazzled, I asked her what she meant. “Just like…I can see a lot.” she responded.

I started to sweat. Fuck, I must have misread this. Now my landlord thinks I’m a creep. “I’m sorry, I just like to be comfy in my space, didn’t think much of it.” “It’s ok, it’s your space as you said. I just thought you had noticed me looking or something.” Feeling daring, emboldened by my newfound residential sovereignty, I tested the waters once again. “Well, I did wonder if you were interested after the last few times.” She seemed interested, on account of her response: “Well I’m not *not* interested.”

She wasn’t my typical type. At that point in my life, I usually went for, I guess more “conventionally” attractive women. I personally have never failed to find the beauty in most women, and truly think most women are attractive in some way, so I’m just trying to say politely, that most people would not call her “hot”.

She was small, slight, even. Either Chinese or Korean (though my guess was that she was “mixed” with both, she had a Chinese last name but I had heard her talking to her parents on the phone in Korean). When I met her during an open-house, I thought she was my age, but at the end of the showing I learned that she was seven years my senior. She was flat chested from what I could see, and had a pretty flat ass. I don’t mean this in a derogatory way, just stating fact. Her face was pretty average. Mousy librarian type with plain looking glasses, not great skin (not bad, just a little bit of leftover acne, I guess?). Her hair was neither straight nor frizzy, somewhere in between. But still, I found her cute. Her homeliness was sort of refreshing, I felt more confident, like I could let my guard down a bit more than usual. Usually my role in sexual scenarios was the “quiet kid with the long cock” so it was nice to have an opportunity to be someone else for a moment. She spoke once more: “But maybe just to look at it again.”

Hoping to continue the momentum, I made a blunt offer. “Do you want me to take these off?”

“If you want to.”

I took off my pants, letting my cock breath a bit. It hung between my legs, full, but not yet hard. I watched as her breath grew a bit heavier as she seemed to enjoy the full view. She explained that she hadn’t seen a dick, let alone had sex, since moving from New York four months ago, too busy juggling her day job with managing the building (14 units) at night. I told her if she ever wanted to have a look, I’d be here. She stared at my low hang. I couldn’t tell if her gaze was one of longing, lust, fascination, or a combination of the three. She was hard to read, to say the least.

“Mind if I just hold it for a second?”

“Hold it for as long as you want.”

She took a few steps towards me, reached forward, and took my now semi-hard shaft into her palm. My cock felt massive (it’s not) in her tiny hand. “It’s warm.” She remarked. I said nothing. I grew harder as she grasped my cock a bit tighter. She gave it a few gentle squeezes as I grew. Moments later I was rock hard in my landlord’s hand. She wasn’t very sexual in nature, even though she was clearly turned on. She gave it a sort of awkward tug, then glanced up at me and sheepishly asked me if that was ok. I nodded. She didn’t seem too keen on eye contact. “I really shouldn’t ask this, especially of a tenant.” I cocked my head, curious as to what she meant.

“Would you want to, like… let me feel it inside me? Not even like, actual sex, just, it would be nice to feel, if you’d be ok with that?”

I smiled at her politeness. Without a word I reached for her shoulders, held them gently, and turned her around. She chuckled nervously. I bent her over, and she unzipped her jeans, which I helped her pull down. I asked her if she was clean and she laughed. “I’m definitely clean.”

I pulled down her panties. She had a not-insignificant bush. Through her dark pubes I could see she was already a bit wet. I massaged her clit a bit from the back, asking if that was ok, (she nodded ‘yes’), before placing my cock head at the edge of her tiny pussy.

“Ready?” I asked. She gave me a shaky ‘mmhmm.’ She seemed nervous. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked.

“Yeah I’m sure. Thank you for asking.”

With that, I began to enter her. Holy shit was she tight. While I do have a very long cock, my girth is only a little above average, so I had only once before experienced having to work my way in slowly like this (and that time the girl was a virgin).

She grunted once my cock head was fully in. “Want me to keep going?” I asked.

“How much is left?”

“A lot,” I said with a laugh.

“Just go slowly.”

Inch by inch I worked my entire cock inside her intense tightness. It felt like a vice grip on my shaft. Once fully inside it was an amazing feeling, like this all-encompassing hug of pleasure, like I was being pulled into her body by a vacuum.

I started to pull out, but she stopped me, “Wait, can I feel it for like, a few more minutes maybe?” I obliged, pushing the inch I had removed back into her. Her tightness kept me rock hard, pulsing inside of her as we stood there motionless. It was a little strange that she wasn’t speaking, but I didn’t say anything either. It was hot to think that I was her reintroduction to dick, in a way. I heard a light *drip* sound and looked down. Her pussy was leaking juice, drip by single drip, onto the cheap imitation wood flooring.

Slowly I began to sort of “nudge fuck” her. Without pulling out, I pushed myself into her, gently, but repeating steadily. She let out a muted squeal with each nudge.

I looked down and noticed she was leaving a creamy white residue on my pubes, more and more with each nudge. I can’t explain why but this really turned me on. I asked if I could fuck her properly, and she said yes, as long as I was gentle and didn’t finish inside her.

Slowly I began to pull out of her tight grip. After a few moments of excruciatingly tight pleasure, my cock head was resting at her entrance. I flexed my dick, causing her whole body to flinch, before I thrust back in with gentle force. She let out a loud yelp. Again I pulled out slowly before thrusting my plump head back into her tiny canal. She tensed up and then writhed a bit as my meat began traversing back and forth inside of her.

I reached forward and slid my hand under her shirt, her boobs were nearly flat but her nipples were rock hard. I pinched one as I picked up speed. It was strange, she was seven years older than me, yet I felt like I was fucking a senior in high-school. As I picked up speed, my balls began slapping her hair hidden clit. I could feel myself getting thicker, stuffing her even more.

Her body began to shake. “I— I think I’m gonna finish.” I kicked into high gear, wanting this to be memorable for her (I already knew it would be for me). Using a smooth gyrating repeating thrust, I fucked her with all my length, lifting her up with my pelvis at the end of each thrust to give her that extra deep nudge sensation. After probably 30 seconds of this, her body began to shake seemingly uncontrollably. Her juices were nearly pouring out of her at this point, as she let out a single, quiet “Fuck.”

She fell limp in my arms, and I let her rest there for a few moments, her little body breathless. Wanting to finish myself, I gave her a few more quick strokes, then pulled out and shot a thick load all over her currently hunched back.

“Woah.” She said. Seemingly embarrassed, she stood up and reached for my paper towels. She awkwardly tried cleaning the cum off her back, but I took over for her as she blushed. She then spotted the puddle of juices she had left, and scrambled to sop it up with my paper towels.

I stood relaxed, deflating but still plump, as she scrambled to clean up and get dressed, clearly caught off guard by the extent to which her hornyness had carried her away. I told her I hoped it was ok for her, and she assured me that she really enjoyed it, though she probably couldn’t do it again.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She handed me the laundry key, then took one last glance at my hanging cock, then told me to “have a good one”, before opening the apartment door and shutting it behind her.

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